Till death do us apart. I vowed to love her till my last breath; this chance was handed to me rather sooner. I tasted death earlier, an accident, a terrible tragedy. And end to my existence and God had put in another realm of being. I became a ghost, a spirit, or a wandering soul. I saw a world without me and my people living it. An atrocious unfolding of sentiments and a daily dying ghost. A taste of death and I was served with unbearable solitude.

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